Upon being ran into Daedhel's first reaction was to turn on the girl with her dagger drawn, easily regaining what balance she had lost from the impact. Her cold blue eyes soon took in the situation, realising what was happening, and narrowed slightly. Quite unfortunately these kinds of things were common in Voltas, though often she only saw from a distance. She tended to avoid using the actual streets by the time it reached evening. The law in the city had only degraded under the current rule and the Sarifen influence. While what she did was technically criminal at least she had some sense of decency.

She quickly worked out the finer details and her chances. Most often she would look out for herself and just leave. She was no soldier, she worked better from the shadows, and she was not a good person. However there were certain situations that... gained her sympathy. They hit too close to home. While she had avoided most of the brutality in the streets she had a few close run ins during the first time she returned. She didn't much like her chances... But she had been in much worse. These were merely thugs, far from the worst she had came at odds with.

She put a hand on the shoulder of the young girl clinging to her shirt, forcefully moving her so Daedhel now stood in front. "You will run with the other when you can," was all she said as she took a step forward. In an instance a throwing knife was in her hand, leaving as almost soon as it had arrived there aimed at the man holding a pistol. In her mind, he was the biggest danger to her chances. Anyone could shoot a pistol and hit her. There wasn't much she could do against that unless she took him out. Throwing another for good measure, hoping to at least immobilise him, she ran forward to engage with the other thugs. The weapons she had on her person may be nothing more than daggers and throwing knives, but she was well enough trained in their uses that it wasn't a problem. All out combat wasn't her style but after a few run ins she had made sure to get herself to a higher level, realising she couldn't just depend on her ability to hide and talk her way out of situations.

She spun towards the leading thug, dagger flashing. "If you would please let these girls be."